The chemical slithers through me, searingly, numbingly
Sinking me further into my mattress.
Spellbinding arms grasping for me…
Pulling me, gripping me, immersing me.
Images, good, bad, the bizarre, swirl exceedingly in my mind…
Until I am, assuredly, walking in their world.
Conversations continued from earlier in time.
Images of knives, kites, freakish strangers passing through my closet
Midst the golden moonlight.
Amazingly bright parachutes, skies of wonder…
From tree to tree I ride, reaching for the enveloping night sky.
Pink, Purple, Blue, Green, Yellow, Red… bright ravishing colors.
Each passerby, every wanderer, very possibly a lover.
A shift in this world, changes all balance…
Red, pressing, demonic eyes watching me from here to there.
Warmth to heat, then blinding steam. Am I here by chance?
Dad, I gasp. Within my grasp. I fade back to the blackness.
The chemical begins its recession…
I open my eyes to my regular life and realize,
I was in another world, One with expression…
Vast emotion, reckless passion…and no restrictions.
© bipolarmuse 2012
** Dreams can be so difficult to describe as they change, and you can visualize in such depth that which only has meaning for you. I had this dream after my Dad passed away. I would ride from tree to tree on parachute sheets. So vivid with color.
Then I could feel the heat, and literally steam on my face as I walked into another place… and that was where I saw my Dad. I believe my mind was showing me that he was in hell. Lucky for me, I believe in no such place. But my father was not a good person, so maybe I connected that to the place everyone refers to as hell.
Just a side note I wanted to share.**